Dr. McNinja had the feeling that his life was in the hands of different gods this week...

How silly.

He's here for your medical needs.

[OOC: Slowplay extremely possible]

Dr. McNinja isn't in the lobby. This doesn't mean he isn't right behind you.

Dr. McNinja. What else is there to say?

Dr. McNinja is having a light Hot Pocket dinner. How the hell he gets the food past the mask is anybody's guess, but he does.

He's here for all your healing needs.

Finally! Patients! Dr. McNinja was excited to get some Hippocratic-Oath-fu in.

[OOC: I'm a little fuzzy on who's supposed to still be here, so help me out if I put you in the clinic when you're not there or if I don't put you in the clinic when you are]

Dr. McNinja was investigating the nooks and crannies of the lobby, plotting how to use the idiosyncrasies of design to his advantage in battle. He wasn't anticipating a full-on confrontation of ninja vs. evil, but it usually happened anyway.

He's here to treat your sexy wounds.

The clinic was quiet. Christian wasn't sleeping, he was just deep in concentration.

[Same as all week, frakking flowers own my soul, may be periods of slow play.]

The clinic was open and quiet, and Christian was reading pr0n. In otherwords, everything was normal.

[I am in Valentine's Day hell. May be periods of slowplay.]